Lyrics:
melody
Mixing the lean with no recipe
This niggas be p p p
Can't fuck with no o p p
Glock 23 going beep beep beep
Am sipping emzolyn
Promethazine
I got
spit
Speak my own slang-uage
Still I am the real-iest
Surrounded by Ciroc but your boy sipping Hennesey
Loves is a hospital and I was born in V.I.P
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
rocking Gucci
Pushing P's no lows
Got Balmain on my clothes
Baby suck it take a nigga soul
Ya Cz's looking cheap
Im hard as hell I'm concrete
I been
A-O A-O A-O A-O yo yo A-O A-O
That Henny goose 'Tron Absolute I'm feeling nauseous (yeah yeah yeah)
That molly lean promethazine I'm feeling nauseous
to play that bitch
P-Putting words all in my mouth like I ain't ever say that shit
See me getting clout these bitches wanna suck a famous dick
O-O-O
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
won't cop from non-other
The he who hoes O's like crispy creams oven
Or easy bake, pink D.V's make
The presidential look like strawberry shortcake
P
up in the cock from midnight to six o'clock
The way you suck dick you off the heez-ay
Get off yer kneez-ay, they say you are what you eat baby
This
up in the cock from midnight to six o'clock
The way you suck dick you off the heez-ay
Get off yer kneez-ay, they say you are what you eat baby
This
im killin the flow
Diamonds got my neck froze
Ur bitch give me neck slow
Then kiss n hug u, X O
My style magic presto
Hostal cve bitch it's murder
Guinness
P.O.W. niggas is found M.I.A.
We move like special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in '89,
Pateks
That’s two Philippes
I got Uber drive
I make Uber eats
I got new receipts
This year I’m coming for all the P’s
Verse 1
Block isolated like
rappin’ think it’s soft when I sing
I’m creating my image while they be croppin’ a meme, Yeah
This ain’t a scrimmage this is OT
But i’m T-O-O-P
Not “To ops”
Rod
Motherfucker jacked me up, rollin' 'round bumping
'Cause music's too loud, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, this is P-O to the G-O
Motherfuckin'
And coaches nowhere
It's 3 o'clock in the morning
Bruh we ain't sleep, we ain't yawning
My hungry ass trying to get on man
I'm up past 3 o'clock up in Oakland
dice than casinos
Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.i. MC's
All and together now crew B.C.c.
Rec Posse, G.P., D.M.d.
Ol Dirty stalked East New
out
I'm the H-O-R-R, the N-E-Y, the rest is F-L-Y
You see, I go by the code of the master of the dicks
And my penis will tell you why
You see it's
thang)
(It feels good, yeah) Naughty, Naughty
Hey, ever since back in the day
From, "O.P.P." down to, "Hip Hop Hooray"
Who invented party anthems
Down for the block like Shaq O'Neal
Me and my niggas hittin corners in the batmobile
My block so hot so keep you enough shots
You slip and you fall
to the heat
I'm not descreet when it comes to the dogg
I'm a real O like eight-ball
We see now us by the gang-banging
Crack-slanging, entertain us
Sipping
It’s all about hustling keys getting VIP’s roll up at ease
Pleasing fools with your face in the mix
It’s all about what’s in what not what’s wack what’s
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